You were nauseating, I spoke to you.
Looked weak, but you tried to smile.
I knew that you came back, but I didn't talk to you, thought that there will still be time.
And...
Never say regret, I don't usually like to. It is a fact that happened, regrets are not practical at all.
I just wished that I did not rushed off yesterday and grab a chance to speak to you once more.
Certain things... Never wait, for you will never know if there is a next time.
Till we meet again, be in peace my dear.
